Contemplative Psychotherapy and personal coaching available now in Tucson, AZ!!!

Hello fellow travelers!

I have recently opened up my own personal practice in Tucson! My site has been renewed and opened for clients! Browse around my site for more info! Glad to join the therapeutic community in Tucson Arizona and its surrounding areas! I am now open to admitting clients to my private practice!


Buirge Jones

As Summer turns to Fall, the best way to deal with Seasonal depression is to prepare!

As a trained therapist, the change of season brings with it hard times for those that suffer from depression, seasonal depression, and/or bi polar disorder. Best thing to do is to prepare-take natural supplements and/or your meds, eat well, find a way to exercise, find a support group and/or rely on those you trust and communicate about any possible changes you know happen, EXERCISE-join a gym if you can, light boxes are helpful, but in moderation for those that experience mania, force yourself to be social. And as always….have no SHAME or GUILT about being a human being.

Discounted sessions for Vets!

Are you a Vet from the Iraq and Afgan wars? Do you suffer from PTSD, depression, anxiety, addiction, mood swings, paranoia, carrying or have a weapon,insomnia, violent outbursts, intrusive thoughts, images you can not forget?
I am not here to judge, but to listen and suggest if you wish to have objective feedback.
All Vets will receive 1/2 of their sessions that they commit to. The other half of sessions, will be at discounted fees. If one can not afford sessions I am willing to do pro-bono sessions.
If working with a psychiatrist we will work together as a team.I also offer couples therapy and/or family therapy with our Vets too. I also see Vietnam Vets as well. Please contact Buirge for more info:
See contact page!
Bring the troops home now!

Iraq and Afgan Vets suffering from PTSD, Depression,Addiction,etc. will receive 1/2 sessions FREE

Are you a Vet from the Iraq and Afgan wars? Do you suffer from PTSD, depression, anxiety, addiction, mood swings, paranoia, carrying or have a weapon,insomnia, violent outbursts, intrusive thoughts, images you can not forget?
I am not here to judge, but to listen and suggest if you wish to have objective feedback.
All Vets will receive 1/2 of their sessions that they commit to. The other half of sessions, will be at discounted fees. If one can not afford sessions I am willing to do pro-bono sessions.
If working with a psychiatrist we will work together as a team.I also offer couples therapy and/or family therapy with our Vets too. I also see Vietnam Vets as well. Please contact Buirge for more info:
See contact page!
Bring the troops home now!

Online Therapy now available using Skype!

Online Therapy now available using Skype!

I do allow sessions over the internet. I would of course, prefer to meet in person for therapeutic reasons, BUT I feel that Psychotherapy needs to be current with the technology of today! Many may wish to have a quick session after a hard workday or when a crisis emerges. That is why I can offer such a service to the online community.

Please contact me if you wish to have online sessions. Payment for online sessions will vary, and we can discuss your payment options. I will be using PayPal services for those whom wish to have online sessions. You MUST pay for your sessions beforehand and the payment MUST clear before we begin our sessions. I do not allow refunds, unless for some technical reason our session breaks down.

See contact info for my number and email address!

For those that struggle with depression or bi polar disorder-You are not alone! Feel NO shame!

This is a list of people who have, or have had, major depressive disorder. A number of well-known people have suffered from the disorder. While depression was sometimes seen as a shameful secret until the 1970s, society has since begun discussing depression more openly. Earlier figures were often reluctant to discuss or seek treatment for depression due to social stigma about the condition, or due to ignorance of diagnosis or treatments. Some historical personalities are presumed to have suffered from depression based on analysis or interpretation of letters, journals, artwork, writings or statements of family and friends.


Caroline Aherne, British comedian[1]

Buzz Aldrin, American astronaut, the second man to set foot on the moon[2]

Woody Allen, American film director[3][4]

Claus von Amsberg, German diplomat and husband of Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands[5]

Hans Christian Andersen, Danish writer[6]

Hideaki Anno, Japanese animator and film director[7]

Malcolm Arnold, British composer[8]

Richard Ashcroft, English singer-songwriter[9][10]


Alec Baldwin, American actor[11]

David Banner, American hip hop artist[12][13]

Parveen Babi, Bollywood actress.[14]

Christian Bale, American actor[15]

Maria Bamford, Comedienne and voice-over actress[16][17]

Charles Baudelaire, French poet[18]

Ingmar Bergman, Swedish film director[19]

Halle Berry, American actress.[20]

William Blake, British poet and painter[21]

Kjell Magne Bondevik, Norwegian politician and former Prime Minister of Norway[22]

David Bohm, British quantum physicist[23]

Terry Bradshaw, American football player,[24] Football Analyst, Sports Anchor

Conan O’Brien, American talk show host[25]

Chris Brown, American singer[26]

Art Buchwald,n humorist[27]

Joe Budden, American hip hop artist[28]

Delta Burke, American actress[29]

Robert Burton British academic (author of The Anatomy of Melancholy)[30]


Anthony Callea, Australian pop singer[31]

Drew Carey, American comedian and actor[32]

Jim Carrey, Canadian actor and comedian[33]

Johnny Carson, American television presenter.[34]

Dick Cavett, American talk show host[35]

Melanie Chisholm, English pop singer-songwriter[36]

Courteney Cox, American actress[37]

Raymond Chandler, writer of detective fiction[38]

Iris Chang, Chinese American writer and historian[39]

David Chase, American television writer, television director and television producer (The Rockford Files, Northern Exposure, The Sopranos)[40]

Lawton Chiles, American politician[22]

Agatha Christie, English crime writer[41]

Winston Churchill, British Prime Minister[42]

Catherine Cookson, English author[43]

Leonard Cohen, Canadian songwriter[44]

Joseph Conrad, Polish writer[45]

Calvin Coolidge, 30th President of the United States.[46]

Billy Corgan, American musician (The Smashing Pumpkins)[47]

Sheryl Crow, American singer-songwriter[48]

Rivers Cuomo, American musician (Weezer)[49]

Ian Curtis, British musician, leader of Joy Division[50]


Roméo Dallaire, Canadian general, senator and humanitarian[51]

Rodney Dangerfield, American comedian and actor[52]

Edgar Degas, French painter[53]

John Denver, American musician[54]

Diana, Princess of Wales[55]

Charles Dickens, British writer[21]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Russian writer[56]

Nick Drake, British musician[57]

Doug Duncan, American politician, candidate for the Democratic nomination for Governor of Maryland in the 2006 elections[22]

Kirsten Dunst, American actress[58]


Thomas Eagleton, American senator[59]

T. S. Eliot, American poet[60]

James Ellroy, American crime writer[61]

Eminem, American Rapper[62]

Robert Enke, German footballer[63]

Richey Edwards, guitarist and lyricist (Manic Street Preachers)[64]


William Faulkner, American author[65]

Paul Feyerabend, Austrian philosopher of science[66]

Harrison Ford, American actor[67]

Michel Foucault, French philosopher[68]

John Frusciante, American musician[69]

Craig Ferguson, American talk show host[70]

Lupe Fiasco, American rapper[71]


Geoff Gallop, Australian politician[72]

Romain Gary, French-Lithuanian-Polish novelist and diplomat[73]

Paul Gauguin, French painter[74]

Carlo Gesualdo, Italian composer, after murdering his wife, her lover, and his own son[75]

Paul Getty, British philanthropist[76]

Francisco de Goya, Spanish painter[77]

Spalding Gray, American actor and writer[78]

Graham Greene, British writer[79]

Zack Greinke, American MLB pitcher[80]

Eddie Griffin, American NBA Player[81]

Ken Griffey Jr., American MLB player[82]


Jon Hamm, American actor[83]

Tony Hancock, English actor and comedian[84]

Andrew Hansen, Australian comedian (part of The Chaser team)[85]

Elizabeth Hartman, American actress[86]

Anne Hathaway, American actress[87]

Friedrich August Hayek, Austrian economist[88]

Ernest Hemingway, American writer[21]

Margaux Hemingway, American actress; granddaughter of Ernest Hemingway[89]

John Hinckley, Jr., American would-be assassin of Ronald Reagan[90]

Frankie HowerdOBE, British Comedian[91]

Sir Julian Huxley, British biologist, author and administrator[92]

Geoffrey Hill, English poet[93]

Herbert Hart, British philosopher[94]

Michael Hutchence, Australian singer–songwriter[95]


Natalie Imbruglia, Australian singer-songwriter, actress and model.[96]

Jack Irons, American musician, drummer for the bands Eleven, Pearl Jam, and Red Hot Chili Peppers[97]


Janet Jackson, American singer[98]

Henry James, British writer[99]

William James, American philosopher and psychologist[100]

Richard Jeni, American stand-up comedian and actor[101]

Billy Joel, American musician[102]

Daniel Johns, Australian musician[103]

Samuel Johnson, British lexicographer, biographer, essayist and poet[104]

Angelina Jolie, American actress[105]

Ashley Judd, American actor[106]

Jung Da Bin, Korean actress[107]


Antonie Kamerling, Dutch actor[108]

Sarah Kane, British playwright[109]

Hamid Karzai, Afghan President[110]

Susanna Kaysen, American writer[111]

John Keats, British poet[112]

Marian Keyes, Irish writer[113]

Kool Keith, American hip hop artist[114]

Alicia Keys, American singer-songwriter[115]

Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, German painter[116]

John Kirwan, New Zealand rugby player, former All Black, currently coach of Japan national rugby team.[117]

Beyoncé Knowles, American singer-songwriter[118]

Joey Kramer, American musician (Aerosmith)[119]

Akira Kurosawa, Japanese film director[120]


Alan Ladd, American actor[121]

Hugh Laurie, British actor[122]

Denis Lawson, British actor[123]

Heath Ledger, Australian actor[124]

Amy Lee, American singer of Evanescence[125]

John Lennon, British musician

Neil Lennon, Northern Irish footballer[126]

David Letterman, American comedian and television presenter[127]

Joseph Gordon-Levitt, American actor[128]

Meriwether Lewis, American Explorer[129]

Abraham Lincoln, American lawyer and politician, 16th President of the United States[130]

Oscar Lopez, Chilean-Canadian folk guitarist[131]

Federico García Lorca, Spanish poet[132]

Martin Luther, German priest and theologian[133]


Shirley Manson, Scottish singer of Garbage[134]

Paul Merton, English comedian[135]

Gustav Mahler, Austrian composer[136]

Heather Matarazzo, American actress[137]

Henri Matisse, French painter[138]

Vladimir Mayakovsky, Russian writer and poet[139]

Brian May, British guitarist[140]

Guy de Maupassant, French writer[141]

Ewan McGregor, Scottish actor[142]

Herman Melville, American writer[143]

Charlotte Mew, British poet[144]

Michelangelo, Italian painter and sculptor[145]

John Stuart Mill, British political philosopher[146]

Spike Milligan, Irish comedian and writer[147]

Joan Miró, Spanish painter[148]

Morrissey, British singer and former frontman of The Smiths[149]

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Austrian composer[112]


Isaac Newton, British physicist[150]

Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher[21]


Bill Oddie, British comedy performer and naturalist[151]

Eugene O’Neill, American playwright[152]

Robert Oppenheimer, American physicist (‘father of the atomic bomb’)[153]

Oprah, American talk show host[154]

Patton Oswalt, American comedian and actor[155]

Marie Osmond, American musician[156][dead link]

Ronnie O’Sullivan, English snooker player[157]


Gwyneth Paltrow, American actress[158]

Henri Paul, French chauffeur (driver during the car crash that killed Diana, Princess of Wales)[159]

Ryan Phillippe, American actor[160]

T. Boone Pickens, Jr., American oil tycoon[161]

János Pilinszky, Hungarian poet[162]

Sylvia Plath, American writer[21]

Edgar Allan Poe, American poet and writer[21] (speculated)

Natalie Portman, American actress[163]

Bill Pulsipher, American baseball player[164]

Jackson Pollock, American painter[165]

Charley Pride, American country music singer.[166]


Sergei Rachmaninoff, Russian composer and pianist[167]

Charlotte Rampling, English actress[168]

Trent Reznor, American musician[169]

Anne Rice, American writer[170]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Austrian poet[171]

John D. Rockefeller, American industrialist[172]

Mark Rothko, American painter[173]

Hans Rott, Austrian composer[174]

J. K. Rowling, British writer[175][176]


Terry Sawchuk, Canadian goaltender[177]

Jim Salinger, New Zealand climate change scientist[178]

Siegfried Sassoon, British poet and soldier[179]

Robert Schumann, German composer[180]

Jean Seberg, American actress[181]

Brian Sewell, English art critic[182]

Will Self, English novelist, reviewer and columnist[183]

Anne Sexton, American poet[184]

Brooke Shields, American actress[185]

Sarah Silverman, American comedian[186]

Elliott Smith, American musician[187]

Brittany Snow, American actress[188]

Andrew Solomon, American author[189]

Britney Spears, American pop singer[190]

Layne Staley, American musician.[191]

Vivian Stanshall, British humourist and musician (Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band)[192]

Aaron Stainthorpe, British singer of My Dying Bride[193]

Rod Steiger, American actor[194]

Gwen Stefani, American pop singer[195]

William Styron, writer[196]


T.I., American Rapper[197]

Amy Tan, American writer[198]

Catherine Tate, English comedienne and actress[199]

James Taylor, American singer-songwriter[200]

Corey Taylor, American singer of Slipknot and Stone Sour[201]

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Russian composer[202]

Uma Thurman, American actress[203]

Leo Tolstoy, Russian writer[204]

Georg Trakl, Austrian poet[205]

Lars Von Trier, Danish film director[206]

Tuomas Holopainen, Finnish songwriter and keyboardist of Nightwish[207]

Mark Twain, American writer[21]

Jeff Tweedy, American musician (Wilco)[208][dead link]


Ville Valo – Finnish singer (HIM)[209]

Ned Vizzini – American writer[210]

Kurt Vonnegut – American author[211]

Joey Votto – Canadian baseball player[212]


David Foster Wallace, American writer[213]

Mike Wallace, American journalist on 60 Minutes[214]

David Walliams,British actor, writer and comedian[215]

Evelyn Waugh, British novelist and journalist[216]

Denise Welch, English actress and television presenter[217]

Billy West, American voice artist[218]

Delonte West, American basketball player[219]

Dan White, American killer of Harvey Milk and George Moscone[220]

Walt Whitman, American poet[221]

Kevin Whitrick, British electrical engineer[222]

Kenneth Williams, British Comedian[223]

Robbie Williams, British pop singer[224]

Tennessee Williams, American playwright[225]

William Carlos Williams, American poet[226]

Brian Wilson, American musician (Beach Boys)[227]

Owen Wilson, American comedian and actor[228]

Gregory Wilton, Australian politician[229]

Reese Witherspoon, American actress and producer[230]

Hugo Wolf, Austrian composer[231]

Lewis Wolpert, British developmental biologist, author and broadcaster[232]

Virginia Woolf, Adeline Virginia Stephen, British novelist (1882–1941)[233]

Elizabeth Wurtzel, American writer[234]


Boris Yeltzin, first President of Russia[235]

Thom Yorke, English musician, lead singer of Radiohead[236][237]


A excellent article on “Can psychosis be prevented?” written by Rachel Aviv


Can psychosis be prevented?reality did not come to Anna fully formed. Throughout her first year of graduate school, she kept monitoring her own perceptions, wondering whether they didn’t have some “tinge of unreality.” She searched for a nar- rative that would explain why the world was being transformed. One day, wandering the halls of an academic department, she became fascinated by the physical details of the building: tiny cracks in the wall, a light switch, a rubber doorstop that looked lumi- nous and functionless. A bust of Plato, which she had never noticed before, seemed to be calling out to her. As she gazed at Plato’s mournful expression, she imagined that he had singled her out to unburden himself and shed light on the “overwhelming strange- ness of the world.”

But after she left campus and re- turned to her apartment that day, the electricity of her mood passed, and she wanted nothing to do with Plato’s secrets. She blamed herself for attending too avidly to the stream of her own consciousness. “It wasn’t as if this bust suddenly started talking to me out of thin air,” she told me. “I wanted him to, and then I sort of convinced myself that he did. It didn’t feel like I was passively being subjected to another reality. It felt P like I somehow actively

engaged in creating it.”

sychiatry has many names for the symptoms of florid psychoses but almost no language that describes the anomalous experiences that gradually lead up to this state. The psychoanalyst Harry Stack Sullivan, who worked with hundreds of peo- ple with schizophrenia, proclaimed as early as 1927, “I feel certain that many incipient cases might be ar- rested before the efficient contact with reality is completely suspend- ed.” But doctors had no means of finding and recruiting patients who were, for all intents and purposes, still healthy.

It is impossible to predict the pre- cise moment when a person has em- barked on a path toward madness, since there is no quantifiable point at which healthy thoughts become insane. It is only in retrospect that the prelude to psychosis can be di-

agnosed with certainty. Yet in the past decade, doctors have begun to trace the illness back to its earliest signs. The place where Anna re- ceives therapy, the First Episode Psychosis Clinic at the University of Illinois Medical Center (she began treatment in April 2008, shortly af- ter she noticed the particles sur- rounding her), is one of about sixty clinics in the United States that work to help people experiencing early psychotic symptoms maintain a grasp on reality. About a third of these programs focus exclusively on patients who appear to be in what is known as the prodrome, the aura that precedes a psychotic break by up to two or three years. During this phase, people often have mild hallucinations—they might spot a nonexistent cat out of the corner of their eye or hear their name in the sound of the wind—yet they doubt that these sensations are real. They still have “insight”—a pivotal word in psychiatric literature, indicating that a patient can recognize an al- tered worldview as a sign of illness, not a revelation.

By working with people when they are still skeptical of their own delusions, doctors hope to stop the disease before it has really begun. Three years ago, the results of a study of nearly 300 patients who sought treatment because of “recur- ring unusual thoughts,” “unusual sensory experiences,” or “increased suspiciousness” were published by the North American Prodrome Lon- gitudinal Study, a collaboration of eight prodromal outpatient clinics. The researchers found that 35 per- cent of patients had a psychotic break within two and a half years of enrolling at a clinic.2 (If symptoms continue, the patients will eventual- ly be diagnosed with schizophrenia or another psychotic disorder.) This line of research may promise the closest thing there has ever been to a “cure” for psychosis, but because of the high false-positive rate, the work has been tempered by ethical dilem-

2 The others found that their symptoms passed or plateaued. For patients who used cannabis, amphetamines, opiates, or hallucinogens, the risk of psychosis rose to 43 percent.

mas. Many psychiatrists worry that young patients will become fatalistic about their future and define them- selves in relation to a chronic disease they may never develop. Yet once people have a full-blown psychotic episodes—the schizophrenia diagno- sis requires a month of psychotic behavior—there may be irreversible changes in the brain. Studies have shown that the longer someone is unhinged from reality before getting treatment for the first time, the worse their long-term prognosis.

Based in part on the findings of the Prodrome Longitudinal Study, a new diagnosis, the psychosis risk syn- drome, was proposed last year for the fifth edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (forthcoming in 2013), psychiatry’s central reference text. Symptoms would include

feeling perplexed, confused, or strange, thinking that the self, the world, and time has changed (often in ways that cannot be described), having ideas of reference that are not perceived as di- rectly threatening to the individual, unusual ideas (about the body, guilt, nihilism), overvalued beliefs (about philosophy, religion, magic) . . .

Once patients believe in their delu- sions with full conviction, they are said to have crossed the threshold to


psychosis—a process com- monly called “conversion.”

lthough the DSM is written by


the country’s leading psychiatrists, the neurological mechanisms behind mental disorders are too poorly under- stood to have much bearing on the way the manual separates health from pathology. Instead, the fifty-eight- year-old book guides psychiatrists to- ward diagnoses with checklists of be- havioral signs that require a “minimal amount of inference on the part of the observer” (according to the 1987 edition). The outer limits of normality are decided by committee, with defi- nitions of illness deferring to consen- sus opinion. A “delusion,” one of the five key symptoms listed for schizo- phrenia, is a “false belief . . . firmly sus- tained despite what almost everyone else believes.” A “bizarre delusion,” a more severe symptom, has gone

through numerous revisions. In one edition of the manual, it had to have “patently absurd” content with “no possible basis in fact”; in the next, it involved “a phenomenon that the per- son’s culture would regard as to- tally implausible.” After the re- vision, 10 percent of patients who were previously deemed schizophrenic were given a new diagnosis, the majority of them because their delusions were no longer bizarre.3

The DSM is designed to avoid the slippery spaces be- tween disorders, the complaints not easily named or seen. Per- haps more than any other dis- order, the psychosis risk syn- drome puts pressure on the logic of the entire enterprise, as it forces doctors to break down the process of losing one’s mind. They have to identify delusions before the patient re- ally believes in them. When does a strong idea take on a pathological flavor? How does a metaphysical crisis morph into a medical one? At what point does our interpretation of the world become so fixed that it no longer matters “what al- most everyone else believes”? Even William James admitted that he struggled to distinguish a schizophren- ic break from a mystical experience.

For Anna, early symptoms were nearly impossible to describe, and the only way to communicate them was by making up new phrases: she wrote in her journal that she was struggling with “migrating electrical sensations” and the sense that “words were alive.” The first thera- pist Anna went to see didn’t know what to make of her disparate symp- toms and, after a few sessions, told Anna she didn’t know how to help her. Anna left without a referral. Two months later, she became a pa-

3 Michel Cermolacce, Louis Sass, and Josef Parnas, writing in Schizophrenia Bulletin, offer a detailed account of the evolution and uses of this descriptor. Non-bizarre delusions are easier to pin down: according to the DSM-IV they include “situations that occur in real life, such as being followed, poisoned, infected, loved at a distance, deceived by spouse or lover, or having a disease.”

A Walk in the Park, by Sebastiaan Bremer. Courtesy the artist and BravinLee, New York City

tient at the Psychosis Clinic, after finding it online. She was still get- ting A’s in school, and there was no one symptom that bothered her most—it was only the sum total of these nameless experiences.

Anna’s psychologist, Cherise Rosen, would not speak to me di- rectly about Anna’s treatment, but Anna said that she was initially told that her symptoms were mild and her prognosis good. Although she never received an official diag- nosis, Anna tentatively concluded, after scouring psychiatric literature on psychosis and recognizing her- self in the descriptions, that she was in the prodrome to schizophre- nia. (The clinic accepts some pro- dromal patients but primarily works with people soon after a first psy- chotic break.)

Anna and I spoke several times over the past year, and she always approached her symptoms with crit- ical distance. As an adolescent, she

had vigorously argued that the fan- tastical stories her mother told were logically impossible: there was no global conspiracy, the phones weren’t tapped, there was no need to put all their belongings on the sidewalk. Anna was terrified of be- coming schizophrenic herself—more than 10 percent of people with a schizophrenic parent develop the disease, compared with about 1 per- cent in the rest of the population— but by the time she reached her ear- ly twenties, she was so socially and intellectually at ease that she as- sumed the window of risk had passed. “I defined myself in opposi- tion to that backdrop of illogicality,” she said.

Yet in the course of a few months, she had become too suggestible: she would come up with sweeping theo- ries about the structure of reality— that time no longer existed, that the world was made entirely of gasses— and then, moments later, scold her-


self for allowing the experience when there was “not a shred of sci- entific evidence.” She kept waiting for the particles to vanish on their own. When they didn’t, she worried she was “addicted to an idea.” She felt that by wondering about the properties of matter—by blowing on books to see whether they would disintegrate—she had taken some irrevocable step toward illness.

Anna’s doctors urged her to take antipsychotic medication, but Anna did so only sporadically, rarely at a therapeutic dose, primarily because the drugs made her feel too tired and mentally cloudy. During her weekly sessions, the psychiatrist at the clinic would check up on her with a stream of standard queries: Do you think your thoughts are not your own? Do you ever hear voices? For months, Anna said no, but she became increasingly uncertain. The boundary between fantasy and lived reality had become too po- rous. When she focused closely enough on her thoughts, she could make herself hear a soft voice be- hind them. More and more, her thoughts began to feel like “things,” she said. They had their own loca- tion and sentience: she could feel F them circling around

her brain.

or the past two centuries, schizophrenia has been defined in part by its incomprehensibility. The psychiatrist Karl Jaspers wrote that schizophrenic symptoms embody “something inaccessible and foreign which, for this very reason, language defines as deranged.” In the 1940s, doctors turned their own sense of alienation into a diagnostic marker. If they could not feel empathy for their patients, they would get a cold, vertiginous sensation known as the “praecox feeling” (schizophrenia used to be known as dementia praecox). Sigmund Freud apparently got this feeling and gave up on talk therapy with schizophrenics. “Ultimately I had to confess to myself,” he wrote to a colleague, “that I do not care for these patients, that they annoy me, and that I find them alien to me and to everything human.”

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schizophrenia is so deeply entrenched in psychiatric practice that when pa- tients recover, they’re occasionally told that they must have had a differ- ent disorder all along. People with schizophrenia take up 25 percent of the nation’s hospital beds, and 10 percent of them eventually commit suicide. Over the past century, doc- tors have tended to grasp at anything resembling a cure, allowing little time to elapse between a new theory and its practical application. They injected patients with blood drawn from epileptics; put them into insu- lin-induced comas so that they might wake up renewed and transformed; and carved out parts of their prefron- tal cortices—where unhealthy fixa- tions were thought to reside—with ice picks.

Then, for decades, the prevailing treatment model called for no physi- cal contact. Patients reclined on leather couches while psychiatrists plumbed their childhoods for hints of abuse or neglect, for mothers who had been too frigid or overprotec- tive or needy. “We were just build- ing castles, sand castles,” Thomas McGlashan, the first American doc- tor to open a prodromal clinic, told me. He spent fifteen years as an an- alyst at Chestnut Lodge, a famous psychiatric asylum in Maryland, un- til he was overwhelmed by the sense that the disease had eluded him and his colleagues. “We can’t just sit there and guess why someone has gone mad,” he said. “We have to watch it happen.”

McGlashan was inspired by the work of the New Zealand psychiatrist Ian Falloon, who, in the late 1980s, had attempted to treat all the people in two towns north of London who showed possible signs of impending psychosis. After giving these patients low doses of antipsychotics and home-based therapy for four years, Falloon reported that the two towns had one tenth as many new cases of psychosis as the rest of the country. More recent studies have shown that in the years before people have a psy- chotic break, they struggle to identify tastes and smells—a banana no lon- ger tastes like a banana, or fresh wa- ter begins to carry the odor of mold—and they lose gray-matter vol-

ume in certain parts of their brains, particularly the hippocampus, which is crucial for learning and memory. (These findings are too rough to serve as a diagnostic tool.) In one study, McGlashan and other re- searchers had patients listen to re- cordings of several people speaking simultaneously so that their words were indecipherable. Those patients who could detect meaning—they heard the words “the children,” “bombing,” “the administration,” “seem to have trouble,” “practice dancing”—were more likely to be- come psychotic within one year.

McGlashan and his team at Yale are among those who have pushed for the psychosis risk syndrome (or, more recently, the “attenuated psy- chotic symptoms syndrome”) to be included in the DSM, so that psychi- atrists won’t turn away patients sim- ply because they haven’t fulfilled di- agnostic criteria. McGlashan has compared the historical importance of prodromal research to Freud’s dis- covery that dreams reveal the un- conscious. But many of his colleagues object to adding the diagnosis, since even the best clinics predict psycho- sis with less than 40 percent accura- cy and there is no clearly established method for preventing conversion. It’s impossible to know whether early intervention has prevented a psy- chotic break or whether the patient was never going to have one in the first place.

A few prodromal clinics prescribe antipsychotics to the majority of pa- tients but most, including Mc- Glashan’s, treat patients for the symptoms they have, not the ones they may eventually develop.4 Thera- py, psychosocial education, and anti- anxiety and antidepressant medica- tions are used. But if the diagnosis is administered by clinicians not spe- cially trained in the field, the possi- bility of overmedication is much greater—a potential “public health

4 In one early experiment, McGlashan ex- amined the efficacy of the antipsychotic drug olanzapine, but the study produced mixed results. It also prompted an investigation by the federal Office for Human Research Pro- tections, in part because McGlashan had not adequately informed his patients that the drug has side effects: participants gained an average of twenty pounds.


catastrophe,” in the words of Allen Frances, chair of the DSM-IV Task Force. In a letter to the board of the American Psychiatric Association last year, he and Robert Spitzer, the architect of DSM-III, warned that if the psychosis risk syndrome were in- cluded in the manual, the associa- tion would run the risk of “medical- izing normality, and of trivializing O the whole concept of psy-

chiatric diagnosis.”

ver the course of several months last winter, I visited the Cen- ter of Prevention & Evaluation (COPE), a prodromal outpatient clinic on the fourth floor of the New York State Psychiatric Institute in Manhattan’s Washington Heights neighborhood. The clinic’s director, Cheryl Corcoran, a compassionate, soft-spoken psychiatrist who has studied schizophrenia for her entire career, does not think the “risk” di- agnosis is ready for unrestricted use, because of the difficulty of reliably identifying inchoate psychotic symp- toms. Some patients can still hold down jobs, excel at school, or lead full social lives, yet they complain of transformations in their moods or perceptions. They often come to the six-year-old clinic (by referral or In- ternet search) because other doctors aren’t sure how to classify what they are going through. In a paper in Psy- chiatric Quarterly, Corcoran pub- lished excerpts of interviews with pa- tients’ parents, many of whom relied on non-medical explanations to ar- ticulate what had changed: “I didn’t know if he was possessed by the dev- il, because he was himself one day and then dramatically different and not coming back.” “She is like a ves- sel that is never full.” “It’s hard be- cause I don’t even know this person.” “It’s not good to go against God— you can lose your soul.”

I met with six patients individually in a small therapist’s office overlook- ing the Hudson River and with pho- tographs of serene scenery on the walls: Central Park in autumn, a dock overlooking the sea. They rare- ly used the word “schizophrenia,” but they all spoke of the fear of losing their minds. “This whole thing has turned me into a philosopher,” said

Jorge, a peppy high school junior who was referred to the program two years ago after walking across the George Washington Bridge with a four-foot samurai sword wrapped in a blanket. He had become obsessed with black magic, spending hours a day on a website for occult research- ers. At the time, he felt like he was on the brink of tapping into his own mystical powers. “I need to control myself when I study something,” he told me, swiveling around in an of- fice chair. “It sticks on me too hard. I get so dragged into the subject that I become it.”

Like nearly all American prodro- mal clinics, COPE admits patients based on their responses to the Structured Interview for Psychosis- Risk Syndromes, a two-hour exam developed by McGlashan—modeled on a similar test authored by psychia- trists in Melbourne—that evaluates genetic risk, cognitive deterioration, social withdrawal, and the earliest flickers of psychosis.

Do you daydream a lot or find yourself preoccupied with stories, fantasies, or ideas?

Do you think others ever say that your interests are unusual or that you are eccentric?

Do familiar people or surroundings ever seem strange? Confusing? Un- real? Not a part of the living world? Alien? Inhuman?

Have you ever felt that you might not actually exist? Do you ever think that the world might not exist?

Another part of the exam assesses people’s capacity for abstract thought. They are asked to interpret proverbs, such as “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch,” and to describe the similarities between an apple and a banana. The correct response— “Both are fruit”—eludes some of the sicker patients, who instead home in on concrete characteristics. The psy- chologist who administers the exam told me that one of the most common wrong answers is “Both have skin.”

At the clinic, health is measured by degrees of conviction. Corcoran routinely checks up on her patients to see how compelling (on a scale of 1 to 10) they find their unusual be- liefs. How do you think people are reading your mind? she asks gently.



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Are they reading it right now? Do you ever think it could be your imag- ination? As they flesh out their sto- ries, people sometimes dismiss their fears as “crazy” or “goofy” or “absurd.” Treatment becomes a process of rein- terpreting and naming experiences that once felt too private and ineffa- ble to share. “The man on the sub- way may know what I’m thinking” is translated as “I’m feeling paranoid.” “When people are not entirely con- vinced, you can work with that in- sight,” Corcoran said. “The experi- ence doesn’t have to impose a change on their identity.”

Although people with schizophre- nia are born with a biological vul- nerability that predisposes them to the disease, the theory that psychosis arises from psychological turmoil is not as anachronistic as many have been led to believe. (As if to com- pensate for the psychoanalytic era, when a generation of parents were made to feel responsible for their children’s suffering, psychiatrists have become squeamish about en-

gaging with questions of cause and effect.) Studies have shown that peo- ple’s chances of developing the disor- der increase after demoralizing events—sexual or physical abuse, emotional neglect, witnessing a bombing or shooting, a mother’s death. Other factors include poverty, growing up with more than three siblings, living in an urban area, and immigration. When people move to a neighborhood where they are the ethnic minority, their chances of be- coming schizophrenic increase. As the anthropologist T. M. Luhrmann put it, “If your skin is dark, your risk for schizophrenia rises as your neigh- borhood whitens.”

About a third of the patients at COPE immigrated to the United States. Chloe, a glamorous, well- dressed twenty-four-year-old Japa- nese American who worked as a writer’s assistant, told me that many of her symptoms stemmed from “this constant questioning of what my true self is—even though that sounds really cheesy.” She kept her

black peacoat buttoned up to her chin for the length of our conversa- tion. Each time she described a par- ticularly troublesome symptom, she would laugh at herself, a soft, low, infectious giggle. “I think too much about every action I take. Like, ‘I’m moving my hand right now! That’s so magical!’ ” She wiggled her fin- gers in the air.

Chloe described her father as the “town nut” and then quickly apolo- gized for saying it. As a child, she had struggled to understand that the sto- ries he told about ghosts from the Civil War were no more real than the fairy tales she read before bed. When she went home to visit her family re- cently, she sat in the back yard with her father, who had refused treatment his whole life, and played house with figures he had made out of sticks. “I never want to be one of those people,” she said softly.

At times, she imagined that the act of having a bad thought—and then thinking about that act—would cause blood to leak from her brain.


Mirror, by Sebastiaan Bremer. Courtesy the artist

The fear was new to her and, like Anna, she struggled to hold on to the experience. “Sometimes I’ll just sit there and be like, ‘Is there really anything wrong with me? What if I am making these things up because I’m so attention-starved?’ ” She man- aged a polite smile. “Or what if it’s the fact that I’m making these things up that makes me mentally ill?” When I asked which experiences she may have invented, she put her chin in her palms and shook her head. “There are no words. It’s like trying to explain what a bark sounds A like to someone who’s nev-

er heard of a dog.”

lthough the psychiatric liter- ature describes a premorbid person- ality common to those who later de- velop schizophrenia—withdrawn, self-conscious, alienated—few of the patients I spoke with at COPE or at the Aware Program in Bangor, Maine, another prodromal clinic where I interviewed patients, fit that description. The only commonali- ties were that nearly all of them had moved through childhood and ado- lescence feeling more thoughtful, intelligent, or probing than their family and peers and that there had been an existential tinge to their preoccupations years before their symptoms emerged. Aaron, a patient at Aware who had been the presi- dent of his high school class, said that he and the others in his thera- py group had “all gotten caught up on the deep, fundamental questions—religion, morality, ethics—and sucked in by them.”

The raw material of delusions tends to evolve with the times, and over the past century, literature about psychosis reflects a steady the- matic progression: delusions about communing with prophets and kings gave way to fears of being ma- nipulated by the secret powers of factories, UFOs, radio DJs, fax ma- chines, Al Qaeda, the Internet. Jes- sica Pollard, the director of the Aware Program, said that a few of her patients have become consumed by the fear that their private thoughts are being chronicled on- line. “I’ll say, ‘Okay, you really think there’s a website about you? Well,

then let’s look for it,’” and they go on the Web together. (When pa- tients can’t find the site, Pollard says, they are usually able to accept that it doesn’t exist.) Whether about all-knowing blogs or guiding angels, there’s a uniformity to many delusions. They offer an explana- tion for an unfamiliar feeling: the experience of losing control over one’s mind.

The terror of this loss was de- scribed most vividly to me by one of the oldest patients at COPE, a slim twenty-eight-year-old named Mela- nie, who wore khakis, penny loafers, and a turtleneck to our meeting. She seemed to have come closer to psy- chosis than any other patient I inter- viewed there, but she used a few shreds of logic to tether herself to re- ality. Her symptoms began in Janu- ary 2009, shortly after US Airways Flight 1549 hit a flock of geese and landed in the Hudson River. As she watched the footage of passengers huddling on the wings of the floating aircraft, she recalled a status update she’d recently posted online that re- ferred to the saying “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” “I felt a huge jolt,” she told me, speak- ing rapidly. Her pale face flushed. “I’ve never been one to say I predict- ed anything, but—for one thing, birds. Birds had taken down the plane. And then bush—President Bush. I thought, ‘Oh my God, this is another 9/11, and I predicted the whole thing.’ ”

Although raised Mormon, Mela- nie had been an atheist since col- lege, and in the days after the crash she was dismayed to find the God of her childhood reentering her life. Every encounter seemed to have been orchestrated by Him. “When I heard a car honk out in the street, I remembered that there are supposed to be two trum- pets announcing the Second Com- ing,” she said, sitting upright at the edge of her chair. “The first trumpet calls for the good people, and the second trumpet is for ev- eryone else. There was a part of me that wondered”—she lowered her voice to a whisper—“ ‘Is that one of the trumpets?’ ” She felt like an “alien on this earth” and decid-

ed to check herself into the hospi- tal, but the first cab she flagged down had an advertisement for the Broadway play Wicked on its roof. “I knew it might be crazy, but there was a part of me that felt that if I got into a cab that says ‘Wicked,’ it would take me to Hell. Because I’m wicked!”

Eventually she got into another cab. This one had an advertisement for Absolut Vodka. “I thought, ‘Oh, Mormonism says you can’t drink al- cohol! But that’s lesser. A smaller sin. All right, I’ll get in the cab.’ ” As she drove to the hospital, she had a kind of double awareness: she felt crazed and terrified, and yet she also saw herself as crazed and terrified—a person she couldn’t quite relate to. “I have a science background,” she told me. “I was thinking, Why are you having these religious feelings? You are an atheist now. Richard Dawkins! The God Delusion! You’re misinter- preting! There’s something wrong with your brain!”

If Melanie had waited longer be- fore she went to the hospital, if her symptoms had persisted for another few weeks (the religious thoughts lasted for about two days), she might have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. But she began tak- ing a low dose of antipsychotics and almost immediately stopped worrying about Hell. A few days later, she went back to work and recently received a promotion. She’s not sure whether the medica- tion and therapy cures psychosis or just delays it forever, or whether the distinction even matters. In the past year, she has occasionally wondered whether people are tracking her, but she’s usually able to ignore the fear. “I can catch it right at the beginning—before it becomes so intense that the only thought that matches up with those brain signals is: It’s the Apoc- alypse, your soul is suffering.”

Melanie said that her grandfather, a former aerospace engineer, had a schizophrenic break while he was testing missiles for the government. When he began to have delusions that his coworkers were spying on him, the fantasy was close enough to his everyday life that it did not


strike him as obviously implausible. Melanie, on the other hand, was at a point in her life where the con- cept of a religious awakening was clearly out of context. “I was T like, Ha!” she said. “My

atheism saved me.”

he course of psychosis is much more variable than the DSM’s definitions allow, and one of the dangers of including the risk syndrome in the manual is that this subtle state of mind is not eas- ily expressed as a list of behavioral signs. Thomas McGlashan says psychiatric diagnosis is “just as completely primitive as it’s always been,” yet if he wants prodromal intervention to be widely practiced he will have no choice but to ad- here to diagnostic standards. The Psychosis-Risk Syndrome, his new guidebook for clinicians, features a series of tables with a list of his pa- tients’ symptoms and a correspond- ing interpretation, but with no speculation as to what gave rise to a particular behavior or belief, the analysis is circular. The symptom is essentially the interpretation and the disorder itself. A critique in Schizophrenia Bulletin describes such methods as “akin to predict- ing extreme heat by an increase in temperature, without identifying the fire.”

Case: Trinity presented at the inter- view in a lovely spring dress, wearing a straw hat that was completely lined with aluminum foil. She had plastic wrap around her hands and her shoes and large wads of cotton protruding from her ears.

Interpretation: Grossly strange ap- pearance

Case: Mike reported that he thinks people think negatively about him and are plotting to make him con- fess everything that he has ever done wrong.

Interpretation: Concern about plots

Case: Dexter stated that he spends an increasing amount of time think- ing about different ideas and is be- coming preoccupied with these ideas. . . . He feels that it is important to write these ideas down and to en- code them in a private codebook. He carried the codebook with him,

showed it to the interviewer and translated the title to the interviewer as “The Book of Ideas.” Interpretation: Preoccupation with unusually valued ideas

Case: Larry reported that he was not his usual self, as if part of him was missing. He reported feeling discon- nected from everything but found people’s concern for him strange. Interpretation: Missing self

What it means to have a self— and then to lose it—is central to any attempt to understand psycho- sis, but the DSM (and the reams of psychiatric literature it has spawned) do not encourage doctors to probe their patients’ subjective experiences. The manual is so con- cerned with statistical reliability (the book was meant to show “psy- chiatry becoming more of a sci- ence,” as one editor put it) that the brain is portrayed as a kind of black box: only behavioral output is chart- ed. For a person who feels that her thoughts are implanted by the gods, or broadcast on the radio, or stolen by her own cat, the standard medi- cal model—which treats symptoms as something external and discrete, independent of the self—fails to capture the core of the illness.

Psychiatrists hope that soon a neu- rological explanation will make terms like “self” and “reality” irrelevant for diagnosis, but in the absence of a cure, even the most nuanced neuroscientific theory can go only so far in explaining someone’s altered sense of the world. Aaron, at Aware, struggled with the delusion that he was attracted to young children and would be persecuted for his desires. He said he was assured that these beliefs were “chemical” and “brain-based.” “What happens if there’s some truth to your delusion? What if it is tied to reality?” he said. “They don’t want you to come up with mythical explanations. So they keep telling you T over and over again: it’s just

your brain.”

hirty years ago, people with psychotic symptoms might have ex- plained their problems by talking about the mixed messages they had received at home. “It’s the way I was raised,” or, “It’s because my mother always rejected me.” But these ex-

planations have been replaced by a new narrative. When I asked pa- tients at COPE and the Aware Pro- gram about the “cause” of their symptoms, many responded by refer- ring to neurobiological processes: “The hippocampus is firing too much and telling me to be afraid.” “It’s the adrenaline, the epineph- rine, and the norepinephrine; and the amygdala can either heighten the anxiety or diminish it, depend- ing on which direction I take with my thoughts.”

Anna, too, found herself scruti- nizing the degree of agency she had over the inner workings of her brain. She enrolled in a neurobiolo- gy elective in school and tried to determine which pathological neu- ral process was making her thoughts take on their own timbre. “It’s the whole efference copy system,” she told me. “I’m double-hearing, I think, and my thoughts are coming back to me as external.” But the knowledge did little to ease the phe- nomenon, and sometimes, in the midst of writing a paper, she would become alarmed that she had ever imagined she could come up with an idea and wonder whether her thoughts were outside of her brain, floating. “The more I focus on my thoughts, the more it feels like they don’t actually belong to me,” she said. “It physically feels like my head is just completely hollow.”

For Anna, there was no single mo- ment of “conversion,” no sudden break from one state of mind to the next. If there is a boundary between health and insanity, Anna felt her- self creeping across it with pained self-awareness. She remembered as a teenager feeling dismayed by her mother’s inability to communicate: her thoughts no longer conformed to the “laws that literally allow us to make sense.” Now Anna worried that she, too, had somehow been un- moored from the rhythms of every- day life. Occasionally she could read dense academic texts, but other times she couldn’t follow more than a few lines. She stopped going to class. Time no longer felt as if it passed: each moment had become discon- nected from the next. She would lie in bed for hours, with the lights off,


watching the play of shadows on a wall that she wasn’t sure existed.

An elegant and scrupulous writer, Anna was often dismayed to look back at earlier pages of her journal and see notes about futuristic mind experiments involving implanted memories and telepathy, or the phys- ics of a new sphere of reality. In col- lege, she had romanticized madness, but this was insanity as cliché. It of- fered no revelation. Knowing that these thoughts were just “symp- toms”—a word that struck her as overburdened with consonants— didn’t diminish their force. She struggled to create some theory that would explain why people seemed so phony and lifeless and small, as if they could be manipulated in her fingers. She considered many possi- bilities: they were marionettes, ro- bots, drawings, automatons, agents of an omniscient godhead. Eventually, she settled on paper figurines. It was never a conclusion with which she was content, just the one that seemed to border on reasonable. She would walk down the streets talking to herself and didn’t care that people were staring at her, because they were only made of paper.

A year after beginning treatment, she was briefly hospitalized after she came to the clinic incapable of utter- ing a word. She assumed that the hos- pital billed her insurance for treating schizophrenia, but she has never seen her formal diagnosis. “Schizophrenia” is a term that Dr. Rosen tends to avoid, since it implies (because of its history, and the way the DSM constructs the illness) a bleakly fixed outcome, which is often not the case.5

Anna went back and forth be- tween feeling as if there was some- thing inevitable about the cascade of symptoms and wondering wheth- er the illness might not have pro- gressed if she had gotten help even earlier, when the only trouble was a low yet constant hum of anxiety—a state of mind that, for most of us, is

5 Some psychiatrists now argue that the term “schizophrenia” shouldn’t be used at all because it describes not a coherent entity but a collection of symptoms with widely varying outcomes. In Japan, the syndrome was renamed “integration disorder” in 2002; this led to twice as many patients be- ing informed of their diagnosis.

not abnormal. But her current con- dition now shades everything that came before. Since psychiatric diag- noses are based almost entirely on the patient’s self-report—and Anna always felt that her descriptions were inadequate and distorting— she was left with the feeling that she’d somehow constructed the ill- ness herself. By naming these expe- riences, she worried she had brought them into being.

Anna said she would have been a “lost soul” had she not found Dr. Rosen, who was the only person with whom she could openly share these experiences, but at times she strug- gled to maintain belief in the reality of her appointments. “Dr. Rosen will try to convince me, through Socratic reasoning, that the appointment is actually happening,” Anna told me in March. She kept her thick, cord- like hair tucked behind her ears and wore a small, fitted V-neck sweater that narrowed her body. “She’ll say, ‘Anna, you are sitting on a chair, why aren’t you falling through the chair?’ And I’ll have to admit, ‘Yes, I am sit- ting on a chair, and I know the chair is solid because I am sitting on it.’ She’ll say, ‘Well, are you talking to me right now?’ And I’ll say, ‘Yes, I’m talking to you right now.’” She dug her fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head with both hands. “But the thing is, it goes nowhere. She can reason with me like that, and it doesn’t in any way change my mind. I’m perfectly aware that I can navigate space and move in time, and at the same time, none of it feels like it’s happening. It just doesn’t make a difference.”

It wasn’t as if she had surrendered to the world of particles; she found it dismaying and unbelievable, and yet she couldn’t dismiss it as false. “There’s a sense in which the law of contradiction—that something can’t beXandnotXatthesametime— has ceased to matter,” she said slowly. “What I know and what I believe no T longer coincide, and I

can’t make them.”

he last time I spoke with Anna, in June, more than two years after she first became a patient at the clinic, she said her delusions

had become less compelling. Ordi- nary activities, like lounging on a bed and trusting that it wouldn’t sink through the floorboards, no longer felt alien and unnatural. She said that her psychologist and psy- chiatrist strongly believed the change came from her taking a new antipsychotic drug, asenapine, for the past two months, but she couldn’t convince herself of this ex- planation and was thinking of stop- ping the medication. It wasn’t as if her perceptions had become normal again, she argued. Hard surfaces still felt airy and insubstantial, but now she made conscious decisions every day to rely on them just as she had before. It was a matter of ignoring swaths of her own perceptual expe- rience, of relearning how to con- struct the world in her mind.

Along with a renewed interest in the mundane chores of living— eating, reading, exercising, clean- ing dishes—she felt overcome by academic ambition for the first time in a year. She was preparing to ap- ply to a new school, where she could start fresh, away from the people who had seen her at her most unhinged. She seemed both calmer and more energetic, and I wondered whether she felt as good as she had before her earliest symp- toms emerged, before she ever be- gan doubting the solidity of ob- jects. That was impossible, she told me. The illness was about not just the active symptoms but also a more fundamental shift that made them plausible. “The symptom that bothers me the most is the one I can’t even begin to describe,” she said, leaning back on her white couch, the sun pouring into her living room.

After months spent struggling to articulate what she was going through, she felt her memories of the experience slipping away. “I can resort to bizarre metaphors, but I can’t even in the grossest, rough- est way communicate that state of mind.” She paused, looking away. “The substance of my experience is thrown into doubt. I am left with this incredibly deep sense that none of these things ever happened to me.” ␣


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